Chapter 13
"Squeaky Delivery"
After class, Professor Townsend had asked them their full explanation for being late. Luckily he was an understanding person, so they didn't get into any more trouble than the deduction of 5 points. He even laughed a bit about it, reminiscing about his days at the New England School of Magic, AKA: The NESOM.
This school was the direct rivalry to the Salem Witch's Institute; it was an all boys academy that competed against the SWI in Quidditch tournaments usually. After being polite and listening, the girls were finally allowed to go to the Great Hall for their lunch. The two were starving after sitting through a boring class and having to run around all morning. They walked down the halls hoping that for once today they weren't going to be late.
They arrived at the same time most of the other students had, so they drifted in with the crowd, finding their choice table to wait for the arrival of the others. Once the majority of the students arrived, the "post animals" began to deliver their mail and packages to students. Amongst the fluttering and feathery wings of owls was a small bat dragging a letter that appeared much too large for him.
Rory saw Malakai first and gulped. She knew that that bat never delivered mail cause he hardly ever left the safety of the campus, but today it was lugging a crumpled and already opened letter - what could only be the letter from Hermione. Deciding it best not to act as if she knew, Rory continued chattering away about Quidditch to Tabitha who was sullen, fearing that her chances of ever achieving the rank of "perfect" or Head Girl were ruined.
Malakai fluttered down and landed in a pile of fluff, squeaking. Tabitha looked up, suddenly happy to see her pet and she scooped him up, then her eyes drifted onto the letter. She picked it up.
"Who's it from?" Rory asked innocently, though inside her stomach was doing summersaults.
"Hermione, I think, it looks like her writing." Tabitha responded pulling out the letter and unfolding it, carefully reading the message inside. Her expression turned blank and frightened all at the same time and Rory tried to sound curious, yet concerned.
"Is everything alright?" Rory asked, beads of sweat forming on her forehead
Tabitha reread the letter, and looked at the bat "When did this arrive, Malakai?" The bat squeaked, and Tabitha frowned, "That wasn't much help." He bat then crawled up towards her neck, climbing under the collar of her uniform and yawning. Tabitha handed the note to Rory, "This sounds serious."
Rory read the note for the second time, agreeing, "Do you think we should tell anyone?"
"Definitely not," Tabitha replied, "7 days." she murmured to herself, "maybe even 6 now to be safe."
"7 days till what?" a voice asked from behind them. It was Morgan Felton and she appeared to be very interested.
"Oh. umm. till we have that test on Hippogriphs," Rory quickly made up.
"Ooo, sounds tough, do you think you're ready?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah I think we'll manage," Rory said with a nervous smile.
Tabitha tucked the letter inside her pack and nothing more was said about it that evening.
After class, Professor Townsend had asked them their full explanation for being late. Luckily he was an understanding person, so they didn't get into any more trouble than the deduction of 5 points. He even laughed a bit about it, reminiscing about his days at the New England School of Magic, AKA: The NESOM.
This school was the direct rivalry to the Salem Witch's Institute; it was an all boys academy that competed against the SWI in Quidditch tournaments usually. After being polite and listening, the girls were finally allowed to go to the Great Hall for their lunch. The two were starving after sitting through a boring class and having to run around all morning. They walked down the halls hoping that for once today they weren't going to be late.
They arrived at the same time most of the other students had, so they drifted in with the crowd, finding their choice table to wait for the arrival of the others. Once the majority of the students arrived, the "post animals" began to deliver their mail and packages to students. Amongst the fluttering and feathery wings of owls was a small bat dragging a letter that appeared much too large for him.
Rory saw Malakai first and gulped. She knew that that bat never delivered mail cause he hardly ever left the safety of the campus, but today it was lugging a crumpled and already opened letter - what could only be the letter from Hermione. Deciding it best not to act as if she knew, Rory continued chattering away about Quidditch to Tabitha who was sullen, fearing that her chances of ever achieving the rank of "perfect" or Head Girl were ruined.
Malakai fluttered down and landed in a pile of fluff, squeaking. Tabitha looked up, suddenly happy to see her pet and she scooped him up, then her eyes drifted onto the letter. She picked it up.
"Who's it from?" Rory asked innocently, though inside her stomach was doing summersaults.
"Hermione, I think, it looks like her writing." Tabitha responded pulling out the letter and unfolding it, carefully reading the message inside. Her expression turned blank and frightened all at the same time and Rory tried to sound curious, yet concerned.
"Is everything alright?" Rory asked, beads of sweat forming on her forehead
Tabitha reread the letter, and looked at the bat "When did this arrive, Malakai?" The bat squeaked, and Tabitha frowned, "That wasn't much help." He bat then crawled up towards her neck, climbing under the collar of her uniform and yawning. Tabitha handed the note to Rory, "This sounds serious."
Rory read the note for the second time, agreeing, "Do you think we should tell anyone?"
"Definitely not," Tabitha replied, "7 days." she murmured to herself, "maybe even 6 now to be safe."
"7 days till what?" a voice asked from behind them. It was Morgan Felton and she appeared to be very interested.
"Oh. umm. till we have that test on Hippogriphs," Rory quickly made up.
"Ooo, sounds tough, do you think you're ready?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah I think we'll manage," Rory said with a nervous smile.
Tabitha tucked the letter inside her pack and nothing more was said about it that evening.